It’s Best Night Ever for Thursday, October 5th! Lang is here to walk you through the best of Thursday night tv, including Ugly Betty, The Office and Grey’s Anatomy!
Take a look at Best Week Ever‘s resident technology expert Paul F. Tompkins, as he meets n’ greets the kabillionaires of tomorrow at the 2006 Wired NextFest. You can catch more footage of this and more on Friday’s new episode of Best Week Ever at 11 pm ET!
The image you see to your left is a picture of William H. Macy‘s ass. It was taken during a wet and wild photoshoot for the upcoming film Wild Hogs. Why did we choose to only post this tiny 70×44 pixel photo of Bill Macy’s ass? Well, let’s put it this way. The photoshoot consisted of John Travolta squeezing his sizeable man breasts together, Macy fingercombing his crotch hair, Travolta in an open robe and black briefs, and one picture that looks as if Martin Lawrence is reaming an undeniably pleased Tim Allen (cue Home Improvement caveman noise). In other words, this little picture of William H. Macy’s ass is by far the most appetizing thing you will see if you are brave enough to click here for the rest.
A couple of years ago, it became cool to talk about the 80’s, to reminisce about Saturday morning cartoons and t-shirt clips and Family Ties. But all the while, another decade looked on, the mere middle child, ignored, uncool, unloved: The 90’s. But maybe it’s about time we started paying more attention to this neglected decade. Fark points us to a Glossary of 90s Slang, and while it’s borderline TMI, find some heady nuggets, quit icin’ those grills, get blazed, and take a look. Some of the terms never made their way into our ear canals (“Whatever You Reckon” sounds more like slang from the 1890’s). But after a quick perusal, we can honestly pray that 90’s culture doesn’t get hip until at least 2021, when a metal robot is sent back from the future to save the world from nuclear holocaust, making Hasta La Vista even more ironic/deadly.
When your music is embraced exclusively by closet-homosexual Congressmen and the most deluded of NY’s downtown rave scenesters, some people would want to shy away from that and try to take things in a more accessible, more intellectually acceptable direction. But Moby is not “some people”, and homeboy not only embraced his newfound fanbase, but he made sweet sweet music video love to it on a bed of flower-scented glitter sprinkles. This filmed American Apparel Abortion, for Moby’s new single “New York, New York” (pretty original title there, Mob!) is f*cking faaaaaaaabulous!
A Story Told In Pictures.
Ahh, another good afternoon here at my villa in Italy. Hello, little girl! Who are you?
And you there! With that rag on your head! You too look vaguely familiar as well… Do I know you?
Ah, good, here is Giancarlo with my opening act course, a wheel of meat. Sorry, miei amori , but only enough for-eh me. Maybe I chew up a bite and spit it into my hand for the girl.
The story continues with more candid pictures after the jump.
There must be a lot of hipsters reading this little blog of ours because the trailer for the upcoming DVD The VICE Guide to Travel, dropped by reader jimnobu, has gotten over 40 props (be sure to read all the priceless comments!) from “homedudes” demanding it be given a spot here on the front page. Well, it’s slow today, and people really seemed to enjoy the last movie that featured the self-degrading talents of Johnny Knoxville, so why not? Here’s another movie with more drug-addled brainiacs doing dumb stuff for laughs, this time at the expense of poor people!